It is quiet
The darkness calms me
The flickering candle dances with the jazz flowing from the radio
The crisp breeze greets my face
It plays with my hair teasing it just to see it move
My toes free and cool
My body soft and warm
I am nothing - no phone to answer, ho husband to greet, no child to cuddle
Alone with my thoughts and quill
At last for this small moment I am-
Myself...
ATP. 2002
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